We met him in Florida back in 92-93, his rookie year…I had just bought a “6-pack Shaq Attack” of Pepsi at a collectors store at Oldtowne USA in Kissimmee…and here comes Shaq walking straight towards me…he grabs a bottle out of my rack, cracks it open and drinks it. I was 10 years old and started crying my eyes out, because “nobody was supposed to drink those!” He scoops me up like a baby, walks me into the collector’s store where he says, “Hey (owner/worker) get this young man whatever he wants, on me…I was thirsty.”

All I wanted was my six pack full of the right bottles (each one of Shaq doing something different – passin’, shootin’, dunkin’, etc.)…so he made sure that happened, signed the box for me and sent me on my way. I was 10 at the time, 31 now…still one of the coolest experiences of my life.